Lenny, where are you? I had learned to talk to the lizard in a soft voice so I wouldn’t startle him. It was just a week ago, late afternoon, the time Lenny usually hunted for insects on the screen in my writing studio. I looked in the shady places on the window...
It’s been four months…or five? Is that possible? I have lost my sense of time, of past, present and future. Actually, it’s “future” that’s gone missing. I can’t seem to plan ahead. Yeah, I can schedule phone sessions with my clients, think about what’s in...
Leaving Le Broc, Tom and I took the bullet train from Nice to Paris on tracks so close to the Mediterranean shoreline, it felt as if we were passengers on a very narrow ship, and in only a matter of time we’d turn toward the open sea. Twenty-four hours later,...
I woke up this morning with a sense of daylight, although our bedroom was filled with shadows and dreams. I wondered what time it was and padded on bare feet into my office, opening the windows to smell the dawn. It still carried the scent of rain that began the...
This blog is my first plunge into social media. It’s like trying to summon enough courage to dip my toe into a river with crocodiles just below the surface. I’ve been writing a memoir, Whole of Life, about getting older (oldish?) in a culture where women my age are...
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